One step at a time

Hauska tutustua! I'm Ilmari. Independent RP blog.

[kvngxs-deactivated20140118]

Abusive plots;

[superserumed]

Please like/reblog if you’re fine with abusive, kidnapping, torturous, generally triggering plots. I need some people to para with so yeah. Thanks.

[commonyetuncommon]

OOC

I promise I’m not dead, I’m just overwhelmed by college.

[commonyetuncommon]

Man I just found out dad might be cheating on mom with someone certainly not ten years older than me and I really want to cry

[smaskit-archive]

does this mean we can have a movie night ??

[dennorskegutten-deactivated2018]

Yes, and thank you for offering your house 

[kongeriget]

i know i better be invited to this movie night

[commonyetuncommon]

Try not to burn down his house and call me at 2 AM

[kongeriget]

hey now we have never burnt down emils house!

[ask-aph-sweden]

Yeah, you’ve only ever burnt down your own house.

[kongeriget]

that only happened once

[dennorskegutten-deactivated2018]

twice actually

[kongeriget]

DON’T HELP HIM NORGE

[commonyetuncommon]

To be honest, you've burnt a rented cottage too, remember that? And I'm only counting the last few decades.

[dragonroleplaystarters]

Starters (Helping with Mental Illness)

“Hey, look at me. It’s not real. There isn’t anything there.”

“It’s okay! Nothing is in here, nothing!”

“Describe what you see to me.”

“Ssh, I don’t hear anything. We’re alone.”

“I don’t know how to make something that I can’t see go away!”

“Here, squeeze my hand. You can hold onto me. I’m real, I’m not going anywhere.”

“We’re going to play a game. Focus on yourself and the things around you. Focus on what’s real, and count. There is one book, there are two chairs. You have two arms, you have two legs. Okay? Keep counting and focusing on the things around you.”

“Take a deep breath in, that’s it, now let it out. Come on, you can do it again. Just breathe.”

“Can you hear me?”

“Sometimes, I can’t even recognize you.”

“Who are you, anymore?”

“Why are you shaking so much?”

“Hey, hey! You’re okay, you’re safe here! Please calm down, you have to breathe.”

“Here, I made you something to eat. I know you’re never hungry, but…”

“Have you had anything to drink or eat today?”

“Did you take your medicine today?”

“How did you sleep?”

“What did you do to yourself?”

“Let me see…please?”

“Here, I’ll clean and bandage it. Alright? Will you let me?”

“Why do you do this to yourself?”

“Stop, stop it! You’re hurting yourself!”

“I’ll leave the light on, okay? Look, it’s not dark.”

“I’ll stay right here. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here.”

“Hey, anxiety’s a bitch, right? I’ll go with you!”

“Hey, I’m proud of you. You did great.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“You’re not broken.”

“Wake up! It’s just a bad dream!”

“You don’t have to be afraid.”

“Come on, we need to go the hospital. You’ll be safe there.”

“Please…talk to me.”

[smaskit-archive]

does this mean we can have a movie night ??

[dennorskegutten-deactivated2018]

Yes, and thank you for offering your house 

[kongeriget]

i know i better be invited to this movie night

[commonyetuncommon]

Try not to burn down his house and call me at 2 AM

[supcrnovae]

family members

All muses have a family of some sort, whether it be a biological one or an adoptive one, and usually muns aren’t able to talk much about them. However, this meme will allow you to expand on your family headcanons! Have fun~

Send me a ♠ to have my muse talk about their parents.

Send me a ♡ to have my muse talk about their siblings.

Send me a ♢ to have my muse talk about their cousins/nephews.

Send me a ♣ to have my muse talk about their children.

Send me a ✎ + a family member that wasn’t mentioned in this post ( grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc ).

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

Blushing Meter: Whisper something in my Muse’s ear to make them Blush, doesn’t matter what is said. A Rating from 1 - 10 will be given on how hard it makes them blush and flusters them..

[paintingflcwcrsarchive]

popular text posts + ask memes

❛ i don’t know what i’m doing with my life, but i know i’m doing it wrong ❜ ❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜ ❛ my life is one part ‘wait’ and another part ‘what’ ❜ ❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜ ❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜ ❛ i hate myself a lot but i get offended when other people do ❜ ❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜ ❛ hit me up if you wanna date a piece of shit ❜ ❛ we need some new and more powerful swears ❜ ❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜ ❛ i’m so miserable, but i laugh at everything ❜ ❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜ ❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜ ❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜ ❛ if you think i’m ugly now, you should have seen me in 2009 ❜ ❛ 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2016 me and i love it ❜ ❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜ ❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜ ❛ there are people who know me in real life who think i’m straight and that’s really funny to me ❜ ❛ i was cursed with expensive taste and a low budget ❜ ❛ yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? what the fuck?? what the fuck what the ❜ ❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜ ❛ i’m the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person ❜ ❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜ ❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜ ❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜ ❛ people our age have children what the hell i am a children ❜ ❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜ ❛ why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4 am? ❜ ❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜ ❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜ ❛ if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you ❜ ❛ do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry ❜ ❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜ ❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜ ❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜ ❛ i can’t wait to be a piece of shit with a bachelors degree ❜ ❛ my emo phase never went away, it just aged like fine wine ❜ ❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜ ❛ i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens ❜ ❛ the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting ❜ ❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜ ❛ i can’t play hard to get i’m already hard to want ❜ ❛ i’m still pissed off about growing up ❜ ❛ if you listen carefully, you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜ ❛ when i die i want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close ❜ ❛ single and ready to take a 20 hour nap ❜ ❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜ ❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜ ❛ the opening riff to mr. brightside could literally raise me from the dead ❜ ❛ stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical  ❜ ❛ sorry, i’m poor. i can’t afford to pay attention ❜ ❛ aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall ❜ ❛ is it too late to wrap myself up like a baby and drop myself off on a billionaire’s doorstep? ❜ ❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜ ❛ i never run voluntarily so if you ever see me running you should start running too because something is coming ❜

[ask-aph-sweden]

Goodbye

Berwald was exhausted and could feel the life bleeding from him. With shaking hands he dialed the number of the only man he had ever loved. He got the voicemail.

“Hi Ilmari, it’s Berwald. I’m dying. America nuked me and my people and I are slowly dying of radiation poisoning. I don’t have much longer. I just wanted to tell you…I love you, more than words can describe. Please don’t cry, I hate it when you cry. Take care of the boys, I want my remaining viable land to be split between them. Don’t seek revenge on America; I got caught in the crosshairs of his fights with Russia.” He started gasping for breath. “You…know where my will is. Take care of yourself and my brothers and the kids…I’ll watch over you. I…love…you.”

His voice cracked one final time as he hit the off button. He closed his eyes in exhaustion, not wanting the Finn to hear him die.

A single tear ran down his face before the life escaped from his body.

[commonyetuncommon]

Ilmari was a little surprised to hear his phone go off. Honestly, he didn’t even think there was signal anymore, much less someone who could send him a message. No citizens of his were alive - he knew for a fact he was not going to last long (in fact, it was even a wonder he was still breathing). Hadn’t heard from his siblings, be it blood or adoptive family - well, most had been confirmed dead anyway. Whose it was, then? Was it simply a message that was supposed to have been delivered long ago?

Gathering energy to push the button he needed to press so he could listen to the message (it was a wonder there was still battery left, to be honest), Ilmari put the phone on speaker - he no longer had the strength to raise it to his ear level.

The Finn recognized that voice the very moment the message started. He didn’t even have the strength to cry or tears to shed anymore, what with so many he’d shed and seen others shed. It didn’t hurt any less, though: how could he be at peace with himself, knowing that Berwald didn’t fully understand the full picture and died still hoping there was something that could be done for him - for his memories? There were no kids alive to split the land with, much less nations; nobody with energy to go fetch the will, read it, much less do whatever was instructed in it; in all honesty, Finland believed he was one of the last few standing nations - not that it mattered, since none would survive without humanity. All those “Plague Inc.” games? Turns out humanity would be wiped out in an even more pathetic way. Ilmari was watching the last few pages of history and he honestly hated every aspect of it.

And now, the excruciatingly suffocating truth that there was nobody he knew left on Earth. Finland knew very well no citizens of his were left, his siblings were also already dead weeks ago, or so he thought, most of the other nordics hadn’t answered either - Ilmari hadn’t realized, but somehow the uncertainty was giving some kind of sick hope.

A hope he could no longer hold onto. If Berwald was dead, then it was probably pointless to even try to reach out to his brothers - and who knows if they’d even recognize him, or he’d recognize them. He knew very well everyone was far too beat up beyond what the others could remember having ever seen them.

And Berwald, goddamn Berwald. How could he be cruel enough to leave such a message? Was it some kind of sick joke, a last-time attempt at making him feel guilty, sorry? Well, if it was, then it was absolutely working. Ilmari didn’t even have the chance to answer that message, how cruel.

A sigh escaped his mouth as he mumbled:

“You forgot we were neighbors… Our fate is the same.”

[hazel0217]

Little Nordics.

[memes-for-the-rper]

Not-doing-too-good sentence starters

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

“Breathe.”

[theprincessbard]

Tired Mom.

Muse A is a solo parent. They’ve been a solo parent the whole life time of their child and they don’t regret how hard they have to work for it. Muse A is working two jobs, one during the day while their child is at school, and one from home in the evenings once their child goes to bed. They want the best for their child but they are definitely running on a lack of sleep. 

To much of the outside world Muse A is a grump or a snarky person, but they never are to their child. They don’t mind the long hours, they aren’t looking for pity or for anyone to come along and save them. It’s just them and their child against the world

Muse B is the teacher of Muse A’s child. Muse B has been falling for Muse A since their child started in the class. They begin to find ways to get Muse A into class more often to talk to and see. Muse B is incredibly fond of the child as well as Muse A and one day eventually admits that the reason they called Muse A in was a pretense so Muse B could see Muse A again and invite them out for coffee.

How will Muse A react?

[theunlikelynerds-deactivated202]

Please reblog if you’re alright with me just coming into your inbox with a random starter!

[commonyetuncommon]

OOC

So, I’m very very very sorry to talk about that has literally nothing to do with RPing here, but

I’m at the verge of tears - and not for personal matters.

For my country. For my country’s democracy. For my country’s minorities. For my country’s people and their human rights.

Please please please check out what is going on in Brazil. But, as always, don’t trust mainstream media.

They say they want to impeach the President, but all they really want is a coup.

[pulchra-vanitas]

THE EXCESSIVELY DETAILED HEADCANON TUMBLR MEME

Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[commonyetuncommon]

Medical RP Starters!

"You don't look so hot."

"Let me help you up."

"You're not going looking like that!"

"Okay...hospital. Now."

"Back to bed."

"I'm dizzy."

"I think I broke my wrist."

"Here. Rinse your mouth."

"Are you sure you're okay? No. No, you're not. Get back in the house."

"Maybe you should get going."

"What the hell happened to you?!"

"I can't breathe."

"Holy shit, you're turning blue!"

"You need to lie down."

"I need to lie down."

"Hey. Can you hear me? You had a seizure."

"If you get me sick, I swear to God--"

"Hey--Look at me!"

"Tell me where it hurts."

"Why are you so scared of the doctor?"

"I need some help over here!"

"Ow!"

"Do you need some water?"

"Is that blood?"

"Are you choking?"

"Can you hear me?"

"What...what happened?"

"I burned myself pretty bad.."

"You burned yourself pretty bad.."

"We need to go to the hospital. Now."

"You feel warm."

"104 fever?"

"Frog in your throat?"

"Are you alright? You look pale."

"Hey--you passed out."

"Stop it. You're limping."

"Where's your inhaler?"

"Do you know where my inhaler is?"

"Your arm is not supposed to bend like that."

"How long have you had that cough?"

"Let me get you a trash can."

"I think it's bedtime for you."

"You can't walk on that ankle. Let me carry you."

"Do you have any pepto bismol?"

"How long have you been throwing up?"

"I can't stop throwing up."

"What did you do to yourself?"

"Is that blood on your shirt?"